Post by Bobbi Jackson on Mar 7, 2011 0:31:56 GMT -5
Susan Rigger grumbles annoyingly, pouting as she steps out of the black limo, and upon being handed her sports-bag containing her gear slings it over her shoulder, shaking her head.
Susan: Bah, I have these silly messing about matches where you have to toss people out of the ring or break a table or balance a bucket on your head. It's such an American thing to over-complicate things. I've trained years to wrestle people, pin their shoulders down for the count or make them surrender to a submission, not this silliness.
Bobbi rubs her forehead obviously developing a headache from Susan's ramblings as she just keeps quiet. When the brunette is in this mindset there really isn't much to say on the matter.
Susan: I mean is this REALLY necessary? We BOTH know there's no one in that ring tonight who could hold a candle to either of us in an actual match.
She huffs while Bobbi exits the car.
Susan: Just a waste of our talent, as far as I'm concerned.
Bobbi has finally heard enough as she just shouts at the top of her lungs.
Bobbi: Will you just...SHUT UP!!!!!!
Susan jumps a bit at Bobbi's annoyed shriek, clearly taken aback by it.
Bobbi: I didn't come this federation to complain about what matches I was booked in! I joined this federation to show everyone what I can do...and that I can still do it! Whether its by pinning people, making them tap...or throwing every single last one of them over the top rope! I will not be denied of my moment to shine again!
Bobbi says pointing her finger into Susan's shoulder.
Bobbi: So if YOU want to complain...Get your own rides to the arena and stay in your own hotel room...Cause I don't want to hear it!!! I've been in this business for over a decade now and I'm tired of the complainers...Either suck it up, or get out of my way!
Susan huffs as she drops her bag and places her hands on her hips.
Susan: I didn't exactly just walk in yesterday either, you know. Heck, I was BORN into the business. I've not been on the professional circuit quite as long as you, but I'm damn certain we've both paid our dues and earned our spot at the TOP.
She gestures at the arena looming before them as her expression softens a bit.
Susan: And I know this is a new start again and important to you, that's why I'm here. It doesn't mean I'd feel like being treated little better than a rookie.
Bobbi: Then by means Susan, go back to the hotel. The upcoming Pay Per View here is a lot like the Royal Rumble and I for one could use the practice tonight to make sure I'm top of my game to win the one that counts next week!!!
Susan pouts again at Bobbi's tone as she picks her bag back up.
Susan: Well fine, be that way, at least I'm not shouting at YOU when I'M annoyed. You'd better count your lucky stars that I'm still going to have your back, in BOTH matches.
The busty brunette storms off ahead of her friend, not feeling too friendly right now and in no mood to feel this way towards someone so dear to her, especially when they're going to be in the ring together.
Bobbi just narrows her eyes at the brunette walks away grabbing her bags out of the limo as she mumbles to herself.
Bobbi: I don't need protecting...I don't need you to have my back...I can do this...on my own!
Bobbi huffs kicking the door shut behind her as she marches towards the arena in a different direction distancing herself from Susan as she does while the scene fades to black.
Susan: Bah, I have these silly messing about matches where you have to toss people out of the ring or break a table or balance a bucket on your head. It's such an American thing to over-complicate things. I've trained years to wrestle people, pin their shoulders down for the count or make them surrender to a submission, not this silliness.
Bobbi rubs her forehead obviously developing a headache from Susan's ramblings as she just keeps quiet. When the brunette is in this mindset there really isn't much to say on the matter.
Susan: I mean is this REALLY necessary? We BOTH know there's no one in that ring tonight who could hold a candle to either of us in an actual match.
She huffs while Bobbi exits the car.
Susan: Just a waste of our talent, as far as I'm concerned.
Bobbi has finally heard enough as she just shouts at the top of her lungs.
Bobbi: Will you just...SHUT UP!!!!!!
Susan jumps a bit at Bobbi's annoyed shriek, clearly taken aback by it.
Bobbi: I didn't come this federation to complain about what matches I was booked in! I joined this federation to show everyone what I can do...and that I can still do it! Whether its by pinning people, making them tap...or throwing every single last one of them over the top rope! I will not be denied of my moment to shine again!
Bobbi says pointing her finger into Susan's shoulder.
Bobbi: So if YOU want to complain...Get your own rides to the arena and stay in your own hotel room...Cause I don't want to hear it!!! I've been in this business for over a decade now and I'm tired of the complainers...Either suck it up, or get out of my way!
Susan huffs as she drops her bag and places her hands on her hips.
Susan: I didn't exactly just walk in yesterday either, you know. Heck, I was BORN into the business. I've not been on the professional circuit quite as long as you, but I'm damn certain we've both paid our dues and earned our spot at the TOP.
She gestures at the arena looming before them as her expression softens a bit.
Susan: And I know this is a new start again and important to you, that's why I'm here. It doesn't mean I'd feel like being treated little better than a rookie.
Bobbi: Then by means Susan, go back to the hotel. The upcoming Pay Per View here is a lot like the Royal Rumble and I for one could use the practice tonight to make sure I'm top of my game to win the one that counts next week!!!
Susan pouts again at Bobbi's tone as she picks her bag back up.
Susan: Well fine, be that way, at least I'm not shouting at YOU when I'M annoyed. You'd better count your lucky stars that I'm still going to have your back, in BOTH matches.
The busty brunette storms off ahead of her friend, not feeling too friendly right now and in no mood to feel this way towards someone so dear to her, especially when they're going to be in the ring together.
Bobbi just narrows her eyes at the brunette walks away grabbing her bags out of the limo as she mumbles to herself.
Bobbi: I don't need protecting...I don't need you to have my back...I can do this...on my own!
Bobbi huffs kicking the door shut behind her as she marches towards the arena in a different direction distancing herself from Susan as she does while the scene fades to black.
